You might call this evil There is no life in us Joy will be found in this so called filth
Oh, yes, we want all that which is you We would take that which is not to be seen We shall bring end to all hope destroy your dreams and breathe suffering
Lie down sweet one, your struggle is of no use Should we not take what's before us?
Breathe death and pain into your lungs, suffering shall be great and pleasure for another
This will destroy for we have no conviction
Oh, yes, we want all that which is you
Bite your lip, bury your head and never forget this moment
Breathe death and pain into your lungs, suffering shall be great and pleasure for another
This will destroy for we have no conviction
We shall bring an end We shall destroy your dreams We will breathe suffering